Nadine's P.O.V.
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"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Feral broke the silence as he gently grabbed my arm.
"I am not going to your room," I stated, glaring at him.
One of those perfect, dark eyebrows raised. He always looks so carefree. It drives me nuts. Like he's never bothered by anything. Not unless I pi.ss him off enough.
"Was gonna clean you up here," he said. "At the sink."
Heat rushed to my face, but I ignored it.
"It was milk, Feral, I need to change before it starts to smell," I told him.
"Let me take you to your house then-"
"No!" I said too quickly, cutting off the end of his sentence. "No," I repeated, calmer and ignoring the strange look Feral gave me. "I can manage on my own."
"Don't you need to talk to War though?" he asked. "And
